Saturday, March 22, 2008


I should probably go to bed.

But I'm not going to.

Mrs. Blood and I went down to the Fort Myers Dog Track for what would end up being 3 hours of poker. I played the 1/2 $100 buy-in NL game and she went to the 2/4 limit game. When we signed up for each game, she was 11th on the list and I was 3rd. She got seated first.

I have a confession to make.

I pretty much hate all poker players. Except of course for the friends I play with. Those peeps are good peeps. But in general? Most random poker players are pretty much pathetic.

What does that say about me? I willingly sit down with those people on occasion and try to take their money.

Tonight, there wasn't a player at the table who I thought was any better than I was.

So yeah, I lost.

I lost to players who needed to hit that 2-outer on the turn or catch runner-runner to win. Those players flock to these games and bury themselves in the sand, acting as land-mines to the players who think they can out play them. Like me.

But I can't.

Not in the short-term, anyway.

Deep down, I'm not even on tilt. I don't even care that I lost money tonight.

It's just that my hatred for the average poker moron grew another notch.

I know that these players feed the game. They feed the good players. They feed the winning players. Like myself.

I know they need to get lucky in the short term to distort their self assessments. I understand that.

But I don't care.

I honestly hate them.

I can destroy them 3 out of 5 times and be a winning player against them.

But I don't want to.

I want to win 5 out of 5 times. I want to be a dominating player against them. I want to crush them. Kill them. Because I hate them.


I got back to my parents place at about 12:30 am. I had to move my kids from where they went to sleep to their beds once we got back.

I looked at their sleeping faces.

I went to bed a winner nonetheless.


The Bracelet said...

I almost started to well up there at the end. That is, until I kicked a dog to restore my normal balance.

It's all good in Uncle Bracelet land again.

There was a good conversation on my local sports talk show about why people hate Duke basketball so much. There were lots of theories about the success of the families sending their kids, the golden-spoon students, the success of the team, etc.

I maintain that it's the people.

Not how much money they have or where they came from. It's their attitude. It's their smugness. It's their inability to see that Duke just got 25 more free throws than their opponent. That Duke has the Jordan Rules aiding them at times.

They're a lot like poker players when you think about it. So clouded by their opinions of themselves that they can't see the facts.

If it makes you feel any better about it, you can be sure that at least one of those asshats has already told someone he's a really good poker player. How he always beats his buddies and just made a nice score at the track.

Always makes me smile when I overhear those conversations out at the bar.

Unknown said...

I totally agree, Blood. I hate the injustice of poker and the people who make it happen.

I like how this was full of hatred and anger until the last "but I'm a good father, so it's OK" part.

Joaquin "The Rooster" Ochoa said...

I'm sure your wife ended up winning more money than you. Oh, make sure and give your wife a dollar on my behalf for having to read this bad beat story. tell her it is on me so she doesn't have to read this B-Listers badbeat story. what i find funny is that your wife made more money thank you, Donkey. Oh The Humanity and the life of a B-Lister